There is nothing she can do but wait and watch with worried crimson eyes as the lake ripples and bobs around all the bodies in the water. And what can she do, but create a path of flowers for them to navigate it between, a bed for it to fall upon should it topple to either side? She fears entering the depths of the starlit water, terrified her added motions will only submerge the poor prone creature. Nayati had been the aid of many accomplishments and blessed souls, and she enjoyed saving these little orbs whether they went to her or not. Remembering the joy on Destrier's face when he'd been granted the emerald dracon was more than enough to keep her going. If she could gift that companionship to somebody else, then she did something good, something to be proud of. She stood on the shore, to her knees in the lake, feeling useless as her flowers guided them to the bank. And soon they are all talking, and she is feeling just as exasperated as the dark colt seems, face twisted in a look of disapproval and disappointment, though no real anger shines on her forever-pleasant features.
"We all have our tales. No person here is any less deserving of the love of a companion than the other. There is little I can do but offer my flowers, or I will only disturb the waters more." She sighed softly and glanced at the obsidian colt, glad that she was not the only one uncomfortable with the confessions spilling from each. Were they not all strangers to one another? Nayati valued honesty, and loved the trust given when others confessed to her, but this was so sudden, so unwarranted. Were they only wanting the others to step away, struck by guilt over the stories they had spilled, made them feel as if they did not deserve friendship? "For now...the most important thing is to get the little one to safety. Who it bonds to is up the the child, let us forget out greed in favor of an innocent life, yes?" She says it softly, stepping backwards to stop the flow of her flowers before they shut off the pathway she was trying to create, shuffling out of the water and reentering a few paces to the side to let the blossoms float out onto the surface of the water with a gap of water between the two walls of petals and leaves.
Frowning in concern she watched them carefully, praying the child would go to someone caring, and would not be submitted to a watery grave because of their collective ignorance and greed.
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